It hurt me deep when I lost niche, I swear I can't squash beef
They ask you new snitch and I said not me
I'd rather drop myself than let them drop me
I told mama I can't come to auntie A's
Cause I got beef with washed neeks
Plus I don't watch you so don't watch me
I laughed so much I nearly cried when I heard he's gonna bust me
Don't know what you heard about me, motherfucker I'm the top G
And I might kill the niggas, kill and rob the niggas doing robberies
3F, he done shot so many pats before he knew it all
Brass or 51 time and when I blew it all
I lost 5 guns, the last 2 I had were beautiful
Don't laugh on her, bitch, I bring my stick to that beauty crew
I greased my Nina bareback, never had no gloves on
He's calling me a punk but I'm the brother that he run from
Had the best rap in the hood, don't ask me where I get my guns from
I had to ask my niggas where's the love gone
She's telling me I'm stubborn, I'm a Taurus plus my last name Duggan
Had a Taurus, it was gorgeous, I'm still R-Chef
I ain't *, I ain't bugging
Had to tell my nigga don't shoot my cousin
And he told me that he won't but deep down I know he bluffing
Aki told me don't go, next time to send a YG
I told him that it's cool, these other rappers ain't like me
I'll pull up to her party wearing Nike
Just as long as my skelly and my 9X beside me
At one point I went to every party with my pistol
I ain't even got a lag or a security, it's simple
I give gunshot, I don't give talk
Quit corn and I just met a new rap link up in Bristol
My niggas on the ones and on the twos with no signal
4F, he done shot so many pats before he knew it all
Your head is keep banging on your doors
My shooters in drip, he kept banging in the yards
And Boogie got 20 years cause he was banging for the cause
So free him up
The judge looked me in my eye and asked me what have I done
I told him this ain't who I am, this is just what I've become
Imagine being 15 already clutching a gun
Cause there be niggas tryna roll and put a hole in your lung
And I don't like beef, * war, it slows down my money bag
Bitches tryna honey trap, that's why I do the running man
I used to love bro, for the times used to cut his tag
Just so we can roll and hit the strip and go on bunny man
Bands ain't my friend, that's my blood bro
So when Marky died, it also left me as a crushed show
After boo, always asked me, how did that go?
Now I'm at his graveyard, chilling with my Rambo
But he ain't got a worry, cause he knows his son's a star
Got bands until I die, I take a bullet in my heart
Right or wrong, I still got him, nothing's dragging us apart
That's my brother and I love him, that's my motherfucking dog
That's that, free Boogie though, my left lung
Even though I'm locked too, I say that * until we're both free
Free claps, real guy, that's my big homie
Free frog, real guy, that's my big homie
That's my street code D, * you think nigga
Cause I'm locked, well you don't think I drink nigga
Check my bank, see a price with a six figure
Think I'm lacking, I'm still rolling with a big chinger
Haunted by my parcel, I ain't dying by no bitch nigga
Blocks full of go-getters, real niggas, poor shellers
Really known for stepping out and chinging up some grown fellas
Now we're trying to elevate, give us lemons and I bet we'll turn it lemonade
Name a block like us, we'll be getting paid
Name a bitch in the clubs, we ain't getting laid
As far as that goes, free my life
They don't really chat loads, niggas pillow-talking
Just so they can go and smash hoes, motherfucking bitch niggas
For the * gang